Loading…
Lyrics
[Intro]
HEY-ya HEY-ya
HEY-ya HEY-ya
Thundering feet
Dust in our mouths
HEY-ya HEY-ya
HEY-ya HEY-ya
Paint on our skin
Fire in our hearts (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Smoke on the ridge
Hooves in the night
Shadows on water
Guns catching light
Blankets like winter
Smiles like a knife
Words we can’t taste
Traded for life
[Chorus]
Here come the pale ones, crossing the river
Cold as the iron in their hands
They write our names in ash and splinters
Burn down the drums, burn down the land
We were the thunder, we were the river
Now we are ghosts in our own sand
Here come the pale ones, and they deliver
Nothing but graves where we used to stand
[Verse 2]
Treaties like paper
Paper like dust
Crosses on hilltops
Bones turning rust
Children in wagons
Pulled from the dawn
Language like feathers
Ripped and gone
[Chorus]
Here come the pale ones, crossing the river
Cold as the iron in their hands
They write our names in ash and splinters
Burn down the drums, burn down the land
We were the thunder, we were the river
Now we are ghosts in our own sand
Here come the pale ones, and they deliver
Nothing but graves where we used to stand
[Bridge]
HEY-ya HEY-ya
Say all their names
HEY-ya HEY-ya
Carved into clay
HEY-ya HEY-ya
We are still breathing
HEY-ya HEY-ya (HEY-ya)
We do not fade
[Chorus]
Here come the pale ones, crossing the river
But we are the blood in these plains
You crush our bodies, scorch our villages
Still every wind carries our names
We are the thunder, we are the river
Songs that your fences can’t command
You tried to end us, tried to erase us
We’re in the roots of this stolen land
[Outro]
HEY-ya HEY-ya
HEY-ya HEY-ya
Ashes on prairie
Drums in the ground
Details
GeneratedApr 12, 2026
Duration4:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
metal, Aggressive metal with native-influenced rhythmic vocal chants and tom-heavy drums; low-tuned guitars in chugging triplet patterns, sudden half-time drops, and dissonant bends. Male vocals that shift between deep, percussive chant-style group shouts and harsh screamed verses; chorus opens with soaring, melodic line doubled by guitar. War-drum breaks with distant group vocals and subtle flute motifs between sections, building to a final, crushing, unresolved chord., native american
Credits
Prompt byMichael Nickerson
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Open with native American war chant, metal style native influenced song of the arrival of the white man and their extermination of the Indian race
